Tuesday, June 8, 2010

A Grey Day in Summer

(or -- Sometimes, the hottest Summer's Day is Just as Grey as Any Other)

It is a grey day

My heart is stuffed with pillows

The breeze blows through my head as if it wasn't there

And through the unrelenting sunlight

Under the eaves

There are shadows

Darkness

Dread

Death

Gravestones

With the names of loved ones

It is a grey day

My world is stuffed with pillows

My stomach filled with bright and burning lead

Skin deep sunlight burns my skin

And all around

There lie shadows

Peace

Promises

Posies

Plots of grass

Marked by picket fences

It is a grey day

My soul is stuffed with pillows

There is hot sun, there is blue sky, but I have fallen

Past the sweet scent of roses

Where the lies lie

Beneath the bright words

Bold

Brave

Brash

That mark

The places we dare not cross

Alicia Ponder

I rather hate doing this - but this poem should really be softly illustrated, each stanza has a little church, a churchyard and a picket fence. (Also the font and the format make a big difference, and I'm not entirely sure I have them quite right here. )

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